Chen Xu never expected Li Shun to detour from India to Myanmar and Vietnam to return to the Qin Dynasty.

After leaving Nanhai Port, he took Shu Qingru to Hainan Island leisurely for a day on his way home. He exchanged some copper coin, porcelain, glass knives, etc. from the local islanders for many local tropical fruits such as coconut, mango, pineapple, star fruit, banana, dragon fruit, and other tropical fruits, and let the boatmen and crew on the two large ships taste it.

These fruits are currently in wild state, and their taste and quality are not very good. Especially bananas, which are actually similar to bananas. Not only are they still seeds, but they are much sweeter than bananas. Because these tropical fruits cannot be preserved for a long time, Chen Xu asked the boatman to find local islanders to exchange hundreds of kilograms of longan dried fruits and dried mangoes, and prepared to take them back for their families to taste. They are considered local tourism products.

After seven or eight days of heading against the wind from Hainan Island, the fleet arrived on the coast of Kuaiji and passed by the Zhoushan Islands again.

"Mr. Marquis, do you want to go to Wuzhong to dock and rest for a day before departure!" The fleet manager came to ask about the next voyage.

Looking at the Zhoushan Islands getting closer and closer, Chen Xu thought about it and ordered the fleet to stop temporarily near Baihua Mountain.

"Do you want to rest on the island for a day? Why not stop at Peach Blossom Island and also go to see Huang Yaoshi's peach blossom array!" Shui Qingrou held up her glasses and observed the front and said.

"You, I'm afraid you're fascinated by the novel. This is just a story recorded in the Book of Heaven. How could Huang Yaoshi have ever been there in the world? Where did the peach blossom formation come from?" Chen Xu couldn't help but hug Shui Qingrou in his arms and said.

"It's not necessarily true. Many of the stories in the Book of Heaven you told are sensible. What if they really exist?" Shui Qingrou looked reluctantly at the direction of Peach Blossom Island.

"Okay, wait until I go to Baihua Mountain to see An Qisheng from Fang Xiandao first, and then go to Taohua Island for a tour. Now in late autumn, the peach blossoms will definitely be gone!" Chen Xu nodded helplessly.

Since he started telling the story of Taohua Island from here, he was out of control. Now, the Legend of the Condor Heroes has been told for nearly a month. However, Chen Xu found that Shui Qingrou had an extremely deep interest in this story that was originally made up. Not only did he remember clearly all the characters and martial arts moves in the story, he even sat cross-legged on the deck and listened to the sound of the waves and wind of the sea, practiced playing a newly created song, and repeatedly pondered what Chen Xu said about the profound martial arts of infusing his inner breath into the bamboo flute and playing the fascinating blue sea tide song.

Chen Xu also joked and persuaded him several times, but Shui Qingrou still refused to give up, so Chen Xu had to give up. He knew nothing about Taoism and only knew the superficial knowledge of the so-called Taoist mysterious skills. However, Shui Qingrou and Yu Wuya are different from authentic Taoist disciples. They systematically learn profound Taoist theories, and their understanding of Tao and martial arts is also different from ordinary people. What if... what if... it is really successful, what about it? What's more, it can be done for masters in the innate realm. For example, Huang Shigong can generate some very unpredictable energy when taking action. This is the cognitive difference caused by different realms.

Just as later generations said that there was no so-called qigong in the world, and many people slander ancient things such as Yin and Yang, Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, Chinese Medicine, etc., they arbitrarily judged that these things are false through their own simple cognition, and only Western science is correct.

This is a typical cognitive impairment.

Chen Xu may have had these ideas in the past because these things are indeed too fantastic and difficult to understand. But now Chen Xu believes that the ancient inheritance of Chinese civilization may be more profound than imagined, but fewer and fewer people understand, and because they are too profound and complex, fewer and fewer people like to study.

With the progress of human society, the division of labor is getting more and more detailed, life is becoming more and more abundant, and development is getting faster and faster. The thoughts are becoming more and more secular, and they are becoming more and more eager for quick success and instant benefits. They are becoming more and more inclined and more and more inclined to cognition of simpler and more and more. Theories under the appearance have gradually become marginalized and blurred, and even deliberately explain what they cannot understand. In the end, many ancient and profound theories have become a kind of specious ghost theory, and those who learn are becoming more and more misleading and have to abandon them.

Thousands of years later, when people began to feel that to solve the development of human civilization, they found that the theories of their ancestors had been misinterpreted beyond recognition, and a large number of classics were lost, and they could only keep digging the tombs of their ancestors, hoping that any foresight and dedication would carve the ancient primitive scriptures into their coffin.

This is true for the Book of Changes and the Tao Te Ching. There are even many outstanding handwritings that have never been recorded in the hands of hermits, which have been destroyed in the long river of time with the development of civilization.

Shui Qingru insisted because she had her own ideals and beliefs.

She still has the pursuit of Tao in her heart.

Although she also knows that there is no trace to be found, she never gave up because she is an authentic Taoist disciple.

Strengthening the body and entering the Tao with martial arts is the unified perception of many authentic Taoist sects.

Even two thousand years later, Chen Xu knew that there were still people who insisted.

On Mount Zhongnan, Mount Wudang, and Mount Qingcheng, the hermits and Taoists are still pursuing in ancient ways, hoping that one day they can see through the way of heaven.

And this kind of pursuit, as long as China is immortal, may continue to be passed down for thousands of years.

This is the ultimate reason why Chinese civilization has never been cut off.

Tao has always been in the blood of Chinese people, and has lasted forever and will become new in time!

...

On the top of Baihua Peak, there is a strange stone that is bulging naked.

There are footprints of immortals on the strange stone, called Huixian Peak.

An old man with a crane-haired and young face wearing a trench dress was sitting cross-legged on it, facing the southeast direction, closing his eyes and meditating. He suddenly opened his eyes and opened his eyes. A faint light flashed in his eyes. What caught his eye was the huge sea boats swaying from two giant sails on the blue sea. The huge Qin character on the sail was like a blue dragon spreading its teeth and claws and moving with the sail, as if he wanted to break free from the constraints of the sails at any time and break through the air.

The old man's face moved slightly, he thought about it, sighed after thinking about it, got up and soon came to a temple on the side of the mountain.

The temple is not big, built against the mountain, with two pine trees on one side, the branches are strong and twisted, and the leaves are like iron needles in the wind. There is a temple in the temple, which is a statue of an old man with a fairy-like style, wearing a rosy dress and a staircase, with a deep look as if he is aware of the secrets of heaven.

In front of the statue is a spiritual seat of the mentor He Shanggong and an incense burner. Several incense sticks are burning in the incense burner, and a faint smell of sandalwood is filled with the temple.

"What are the instructions for senior brother?"

Seeing the old man come in, an old Taoist priest in his sixties quickly stood up from the cushion and bowed.

"Qinghe Marquis is here!" The old man lowered his eyes and twisted his beards.

"Ah?!" The old Taoist priest's face was twisted in horror for a moment. After staying for a while, he grabbed the old man's sleeve and said stammeringly, "Senior brother save me..."

"Hmph, if I had known this, why would I have believed the Mo family's words and cause trouble? What if I could be frightened now?" The old man snorted coldly.

"Senior brother, I was wrong, but the mistake has been made. For the sake of the friendship between my classmates, I would like to ask my senior brother to save my life!" The old Taoist priest's beard and eyebrows were trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he was indeed extremely frightened.

"Oh, okay, you go to the Immortal Well on the mountainside to avoid it for a while. If you want to save you, I am afraid I will not be able to be purified. Go! If there is no disciple who comes to summon me, don't come out." The old man sighed.

"Thank you, senior brother, I'll go!" The old Taoist priest turned around and disappeared, running faster than a rabbit.

"Oh~" the old man couldn't help but sigh again and turned away. Soon a melodious bronze bell rang out on Baihua Peak. When he heard the sudden bell, the Taoist priests who were hiding in temples, caves, temples, etc., meditating and practicing qi, alchemy and medicine were all surprised to open their eyes or stop their actions, and stood up to gather at the mountain gate.

Just as the bronze bell rang on the mountain, two large ships were quickly approaching the island. On the deck of the bow, a young man in brocade robe was scanning the entire island with a telescope.

"Husband, it seems that An Qisheng is not just a false reputation. He must have known that you are going to stop the boat to the island!" Hearing the bells coming and seeing many Taoist priests gathering at the mountain gate, Shui Qingrou stood above Chen Xu and said in surprise.

"I know the best, it seems that I won't run away in vain!" Chen Xu smiled and put away his telescope, and ordered him to stop the boat and get off the anchor at the pier near Shishanmen.

A few miles away arrived in an instant. As a red Venus flag on the flagship rose, both ships began to lower their sails and turn their rudders, slowing down and slowly leaning towards a dock made of wood and stone.

When Chen Xu was docking, a group of Taoist priests, both young and old, lined up to walk out of the mountain gate, and the first old man with a crane-haired, young face and fairy-like appearance floated with his big sleeves.

"Hahahaha, the Marquis of Qinghe is fine. Last time the old Taoist was eager to see him, but the Marquis left resolutely. Why do you have any time this time?"

The old man laughed and began to say hello, although he seemed extremely old, he was like walking on flat ground on the steep and narrow mountain road, and he was instantly under the big ship.

"Husband, be careful, this person is unfathomable!" Shui Qingrou gently pulled Chen Xu's sleeve.

"Haha, it's okay!" Chen Xu comforted and walked down the gangway that had been put down. Before the person got off the boat, he heard a gust of wind in his ears. When he turned around, he saw Shui Qingrou jumping down from the big boat and gently landing in front of the old man. He bowed and said, "Shui Qingrou has seen Senior An!"
Chapter completed!